The next day Missy went to school like never before. She walked
down the hall with her books tucked into a bookbag and her head
held high and she was feeling good. Suddenly Tina came out of
nowhere and was like, "Hey M..Missy, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, mind if I walk with you?"
"Ummm..sure."
Missy felt her confidence start to wane. She wasn't sure why Tina
wanted to walk with her but when ever a popular person wants to
hang with an unpopular person, it's usually cause they want something.
She wasn't sure if Tina was any different but she couldn't guess
what Tina would want from her. Tina bounced excitedly and looked
at Missy from the corner of her eye like she wanted to say something.
"What?" Missy said in expectation of what Tina could want.
"So, I hear you were at Paula's party?"
Missy felt the panic start to well up from within her and she
didn't know what to say other than, "Yeah?"
"Is it true then? Was there really all that crazyness going on?"
"Is what true?"
"Aww, come on Michelle..."
"It's Missy."
"Yeah, come on Missy, you can tell me. I'm Paula's best friend."
For some reason this made Missy angry. She knew that Paula and
Tina were really tight, in fact everyone suspected that they were
more than "just friends" but no one dared say anything to Tina's
face, at least not anyone she knew. But just the way she was talking
to Missy and the mention of "best friends" like it was some kind
of honor. Well Missy had best friends too... well sort of.
"What do you want to know?" Missy said a little angry now.
"Everything."
"Ok, then I'll tell you." and Missy started from the beginning
and told her everything she saw, watching Tina's face change from
happy to shocked to horrified. When Missy had finished Tina didn't
say a word, she just walked away and left Missy standing there.
For some reason this made Missy very happy. Somehow shocking and
driving Tina away made her feel...well, powerful even though she
didn't understand it at the time.
Later she was walking down the hall and she saw Tina talking to
Paula!
Paula!!
Missy felt her whole body change and she had to stop herself from
running to them, to Paula. But something was wrong, Paula was
shouting at them and...and crying!! Missy felt her mood change
and she thought to herself that no one should ever make Paula
cry, she would never make Paula cry. She ran over and put her
arm around Paula and suddenly Paula lashed out angrily and screamed,
"NO! Just fuck off and die! I hate you all! I hate this worthless
fucking life!"
Several people looked from Paula to her, like she had done this!
Missy felt her whole body go numb. What were they looking at her
for?! She didn't do this, she was Paula's friend. She..she...she
stood there in that spot long after everyone else walked away.
No one spoke to her.
The bell rang and Missy still stood there, looking to where Paula's
books had fallen and no one had picked them up. Missy picked up
the books and tucked them in her bag and then she went on to class.
When she got home she took out the books. She opened the first
one, a chemistry book. For some reason Missy didn't think that
Paula would have even made it to Chemistry, hell she didn't even
think she could have made it to basic Ed. There was a test folded
and sitting in the cover of the book, Missy took it out and opened
it. It was a 98! Missy was shocked. That was pretty good for Chemistry.
There was also a notebook for english lit and Missy opened it
and started to read. Besides the assignments there were little
entries written like a journal, several things that read about
students in the class, teachers that she liked, didn't like, and
then ...a simple page that started with...
"Missy, Missy, Missy,
"What is up with that girl? I saw her in the hall today and she
did the same shit she always does, she practically ran and hid.
I really don't understand. She could very well be like the most
beautiful girl in the school and the most popular but she acts
like she is the most hideous. People think she is crazy and I
hear stories about how she is like a witch or something. Not like
Meredith, but like cutting off the heads of rats and sacrificing
chickens kind of witch. Not that it would matter to me, I really
like her. Plus listen to the stories you hear about me..."
Missy was shocked, she felt like she should stop reading, like
she was doing something really, really wrong, but she couldn't
help it. And what did she mean, "I really like her" and "Most
beautiful girl in the school?"
Missy went on,
"...hell, if I believed half the stuff about me, I'd probably
never leave the house. But kids in highschool are like little
retarded monkeys. They just jump from thing to thing to thing
without ever thinking if they are hurting anything or anyone,
most of all themselves. And just like a bunch of retarded monkeys
they leave nothing but pain wherever they go... ouch, maybe that's
too harsh?"
Then Paula had drawn a really good picture of a retarded monkey
and Missy started laughing. Wow! Paula could really draw!
"I think Missy must have a lot of hurt down deep inside to always
walk around like someone is going to beat her up. Who knows? Maybe
we have something in common?
"Anyway, Missy is my friend even if she doesn't know it yet.
One day she will come out of her shell and I'll be waiting to
give her a big hug and welcome her to the world."
Missy went through the rest of the spiral bound notebook but
that was the only thing. The only thing about her at least.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone was at the door and Missy was furious
for the interuption.
"Better not be those God damn Jehovah's Witnesses again!"
Missy opened the door to see Ian standing in the doorway. She
felt her belly flip and she looked at him, instantly defensive,
"What? What are you doing here?"
"Well, I'm glad to see you too."
"How did you find out where I live?"
"Wasn't that hard, can I come in?"
"No."
"Come on, I promise to be a good boy."
Missy looked at him and his dark hair, his tall slender frame
and thought, 'right' and then she watched him walk in.
"So what do you want?"
"God, I love it when you are a bitch."
"I'm not a bitch!"
Ian smiled and walked over to the couch and then stopped and looked
around at the high ceilings, the elaborate paintings and the built
in bookshelves, all stocked with only first edition hard backs.
"I never would have guessed that you were rich."
"I'm not."
"Well, what do you call this?"
"Middle class."
"Well beautiful, if this is middle class then me and my friends
are from the Getto cause I have never even been in a house that
looked like this!"
Ian smiled and then walked over to Missy. She felt her mouth dry
up and her body start to shake a little. She stepped away from
him.
"Want something to drink?" She asked, trying to act like she wasn't
terrified of him.
"Sure." Ian said, still looking at her hungrily. She liked the
way he looked at her, the way his eyes followed her to the other
room. But if he thought he could just walk in here and get in
her pants, then he had another thing coming.
"So why are you here?"
"God! Can't we just relax and have a good time?"
"My parents will be home any minute." She lied.
"No they won't."
"How do you know? You been stalking me?" Missy asked, half joking.
Ian just smiled and picked up a little ceramic vase and turned
it around.
"God, you have been stalking me! Get out! Get out of my house
you fucking..."
"Hey, hey, chill. I haven't been stalking you. It was just a guess."
Ian hoped his little lie would satisfy Missy and it seemed to
do the trick. Ian usually didn't go for girls so young and certainly
not inexperienced girls like this, but this girl was too amazing
to pass up. She looked like a little Indian princess and of course
there were her breasts! He couldn't seem to get enough of looking
at them and he had to catch himself from time to time.
"Can't we just talk?"
"Sure..I guess."
They sat there for a while, Missy not saying anything, Ian not
saying anything. Finally the both spoke up at the same time.
"So how long before..."
"So how do you know..."
"Oh you go ahead."
"No, you were first."
Missy smiled despite herself, then she went on, "So how do you
know that girl from the party, the African American girl." Missy
felt odd. She never said, "African American" but saying "black"
just seemed too common for someone like that girl.
"Oh Desire? I guess I've known her for a couple of years. Why?
You like her?"
"What?! No way! I was...I was just..."
"Ok, ok, chill." Ian laughed, this girl was so in denial it was
pathetic. He could see the way she watched the little show at
the party and he could tell the way she treated him that this
girl was either very "bi-curious" or very gay. But that had never
stopped him before and he wasn't about to let it stop him now,
"Desire and I have worked together a few times."
"Worked together? What do you do?"
Ian smiled and leaned back in the couch, getting a better look
at Missy...and Missy's breasts, "Usually I work in a record store."
"God! That is like your job?" Missy said smugly. Ian frowned and
Missy realized that she was pissing him off, but she couldn't
believe that anyone could work in a record store for a living!
"Yeah, that's like my
job
" Ian said, making fun
of the way she talked, "But, I also have a certain skill that
Desire and other Mistresses need from time to time."
"Skill?"
"Yeah, I can do rope."
"What do you mean? Like rope tricks."
Ian smiled smugly, and then leaned in closer and said, "Yeah,
wanna see?"
"Yeah, that would be cool."
Ian went out to his car and Missy waited for him to come back
in the room. She was kinda excited. Now that she thought about
it, Ian did kinda look like a magician, with his dark hair and
dark eyes and thin goatee. She wondered what the rest of him looked
like.
He walked back in the room and she felt her body betray her again.
Of course Ian noticed. She crossed her arms and hunched forward.
Thankfully Ian sat down his black case and opened it away from
her, his face hidden by the lid she uncrossed her arms again,
but she could feel her nipples pressing into her shirt. Ian stood
back up with two very neatly tied bundles of white rope.
"Ok, hold your hands out."
"What?"
"Just hold your hands out."
Missy watched as he wrapped the soft rope around her elbows. His
fingers worked like a magician's and within seconds both her arms
were locked together and he was wrapping her wrists. Then he went
around her arms making what looked like a cross, weaving back
and forth, finally tying the whole thing off between her wrists.
In only seconds Missy's arms were bound together and the funny
thing was it didn't hurt a bit...until she tried to move.
"Ok, so where is the trick."
"That is the trick. I do rope."
"That is lame. That's not magic."
"Well, depends on who you talk to, but it is magician's rope.
Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Well...it's soft but where is the magic?"
"And it doesn't hurt, does it? Not cutting off circulation or
anything?"
"Nope, but why do you do this? I don't understand."
"Let me show you." and Ian took the long end of the rope that
hung between her wrists and pulled her from the couch. The rope
tightened and Missy felt her arms pull uncomfortably, she had
no choice but to get up and go where Ian wanted her to go. This
pissed her off and made her panic. She turned on him furiously!
"Get me outta this right now!" and the more she pulled, the tighter
the rope got. Ian laughed and this made her angry again. She pulled
at the ropes again and they went tighter, making her arms and
hands completely useless.
"Hey, rule number one in bondage, don't panic!"
"Bondage? What's that?"
"Are you serious? Come on, you really can't be that naive."
"Well Mr. High and fucking mighty, I know what it is..." Missy
felt silly and she hated when someone questioned her intelligence.
"Well then what is it?" Ian wanted to push her now, see how far
he could go with her. But most of all he wanted to see those tits,
they were driving him crazy!
"So you are like one of those S and M freaks?"
"Yeah, one of those S&M Freaks." Ian said, watching her reaction.
Missy had expected him to back down, to be embarrassed like she
would have been, but he just sat there saying "yes" like it was
no big deal. She said, "Cool." but she wasn't' sure what she felt.
Ian smiled.
On to Part 8: Confession